I woke up not in my dorm room, I was all the back in my full sized counselor bed at camp. The sun was still low in the sky, peaking out through the thin snow clouds. I'm back, I thought, it's over.

I tried to sit up but instead I found a piece of paper resting on my chest. I unfolded it and read the swift, crooked writing.

Dear Annabeth Chase,

I still think you made the correct decision by leaving the Academy and continuing your demigod life. Though, if you ever change your mind, you're always welcome back. As far as I know, I'll still be teaching here. I believe that Cammie will heal in time, but for now I have to help the girls here believe anything but the truth.

I wish you good luck in life, and though I won't see you again, I'll be thinking of the little sister that went the the Great Great Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women.

From,

Joe Solomon

I smiled knowing he'd have his hands full with the Cammie thing. But at least he wouldn't have any problems with girls wondering where I am. Last night, every teacher, student, and facility member but Joe Solomon had their memory wiped by the mist. There was no Annabeth Chase that lived with Cammie, Bex, Liz, and Macey. Cammie and Bex never followed her to Camp Half-Blood over winter break. And Cammie Morgan didn't get attacked by a hellhound. I don't know the story that covered Cammie, but all I know is that even if went back to Roseville and physically bumped into them, they wouldn't know who I was.

There was no turning back. What's done is done. Now I can finally be with my boyfriend and answer just about a hundred questions from a hundred different people.

Just another day as a demigod.